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Popular writer/illustrator/knitter Franklin Habit joins us for his monthly column combining humor with the unique point of view only a yarncrafter possesses.
My grandmother, a mostly sensible woman who nonetheless cultivated a small garden of superstitions, taught me early that to begin a new year with messy closets is to invite three hundred and sixty-five days of calamity. So last week, while 2012 was running out the clock, I was hastily performing the annual ritual of Keep-or-Keep-Not.
An essential part of the ritual is contemplating my meager pile of sweaters and wondering why there aren't more of them. And why most came from a factory. And why most don't fit. And why most of them are, to be blunt, tragically ugly. Keep? Hah. Burn. Continue reading. |
